For the Love of Words

I want your hands to push up my shirt and discard it with my philosophies. I want your kiss to remove reason and start in on my linguistics, taking away my question marks. I want your fingertips to trail down my quotations and grip the skin of my logic; just to pull me closer to you. You'll feel my heart beating rapidly as your fingers ink poetry into my veins and your words whisper love letters straight into my neck. Your teeth can pull at the lyrical monstrosity of my lips and push that moan to escape my lungs. We'll feel like star-crossed lovers as our hands flow across our bodies like words written on script. And I want my parts of speech to cease to exist as your quotation marks drag the essence of my being into yours. Your brazen understanding of my body will peak with quotes flowing from our mouths.